It was during this same stay in Phoenix that I received a request for a massage from a very young man. He had encountered my profile on one of the male websites that I used and he reached out to me through the site. We only communicated through the website and I didn’t learn his email or phone number although I offered my information to him. I was often reluctant to do massage on younger people due to the significant age difference. Patrick was only 26 years old, but he used good grammar in his communication and in the end, that was what convinced me that we would have a good experience. I always had respect for people of intelligence and learning.
I had relocated myself to a different hotel that had an outdoor heated pool where I was able to exercise for a longer period in the warm water. I provided Patrick with my hotel details and he informed me that he would arrive in just 15 minutes since he was already nearby. I had to hurry to get myself and the room ready for a massage. I had only just finished, when there was a soft knock on the door. Patrick took off the surgical face mask that was needed to gain entry into the hotel and I noted his round boyish face with short bright red hair. He smiled pleasantly bringing some blush to his pale face. His body was stocky but as a whole package, he was attractive. It would have been clear to anyone that he was gay and I was happy to see him boldly declare himself through his appearance.
He eagerly got naked and lay prone on the bed where I had directed him. I asked him if he had had Reiki before and he answered in the negative. I explained that my hands would get warm with healing energy and that he would sense it as comforting warmth. “Cool,” he responded in the vernacular of my youth.
His entire body was very pale and soft and I was certain that he was attractive to a lot of gay men, but he didn’t have any sexual appeal for me. He wasn’t feminine and didn’t have a high pitched voice, the way that some young gay men do. On the other hand, Patrick would have had a difficult time trying to pass as a heterosexual.
My oiled hands readily connected with his energy and I was happy to discover that he wasn’t carrying much tension in his muscles. Patrick seemed open to the therapeutic nature of the massage and didn’t touch me at any point while he was face down. Even though he had a stocky frame, his ass was not pronounced and there was some muscle tone under the fatty layers. He had very soft almost feminine feet and I gave them some extra attention which he seemed to appreciate.
When I asked him to move into a supine position, I was not surprised to discover that he was sporting a fully erect average sized penis. The testosterone level of youth was not to be underestimated. I wondered how many times a day he masturbated, but didn’t ask that question. I stayed focused on the therapeutic aspect of his massage and took care of some of the tension that he had in his quadriceps. My hands graced his erection a few times in the process but those were incidental to what was to come. I delayed approaching his organ of pleasure by spending more time on his feet. I was testing his patience and knew that soon I would need to take care of his middle area.
I decided to start at the top of his head by relaxing his neck and getting my body closer to his as I cradled his head against my chest. I didn’t think that he was interested in my chest, but I was wrong as he pulled me into his face and took my left nipple into his mouth. He sucked on me very sensually and I became aroused through his attention to my erogenous zone. I decided to climb on top of him and straddle his white naked body.
I licked the tip of his cock before running my tongue the full length to the underside of his balls. He moaned and tensed in response to this stimulation. I kept my tongue focused on his smooth balls. The entire area had no hair and I gave my tongue free rein to stimulate at will. Patrick’s hands rubbed the sides of my torso keeping himself engaged with my body. He slipped my cock from my underwear and took the tip into his warm mouth.
The intensity of oral activity increased and I discovered that some of my saliva had slid between his ass cheeks. I was quite certain that Patrick was a bottom so I maneuvered my right hand under his thigh to reach his anal opening. I used rotating movements of my middle finger to stimulate the nerve endings in that area. He spread his legs further apart to give me more access. I managed to slide my finger inside just a little and used that opportunity to rotate on the inside of his body. He pushed down hard and my finger plunged in deeper.
I knew that if I played with his prostate, he would orgasm so I continued to focus on the opening so as to prolong his pleasure time. Patrick understood my tactic but he was at such a fever pitch of excitement that he needed to cum. He pushed down on me again and closed his thighs so that I had to remain deep inside him. I took his cock all the way into my mouth so that he was exciting the back of my throat. I easily located his prostate and used circular motions to send electrons to the head of his cock. His lips closed tighter on my shaft and I did the same to him. He couldn’t hold back when I pressed firmly on his prostate and his three squirts of cum filled my mouth quickly. He squeezed his ass cheeks hard against my hand but my finger stayed in place on his most sensitive spot.
He held his breath until he finished inside me and then gave a huge exhale of air and laugher expelling my dick from his mouth. His body relaxed as he worked to find his normal breathing level and I released his spent shaft from my warm mouth after I swallowed what he had delivered. I kept my lips near his balls and exhaled warm air which resulted in a few more moans of appreciation.
“That was great!” he complimented as I lifted my body from his. “There’s more massage to complete,” I alerted him as he began to rise from his supine position. I gently placed one hand on Patrick’s chest to keep him on the bed and he didn’t resist my energy. I used long strokes the full length of his body on both dorsal sides to continue his relaxation following orgasm. I knelt at his head and slipped my hands under his shoulders to complete the removal of tension from the scapular areas. I stretched his neck further than before and increased his side to side range of motion. Patrick freely gave his body over to me and I decided to do some cranial work. He was so young that he didn’t have any lines on his face as most of my clients did. The softness and smooth skin might stay with this boyish man for another twenty years. I was able to remove some old issues from his brain and sensed his curiosity at the removal.
When he asked “What was that?” I spoke to him about how important it was to remove outdated images of ourselves that were no longer accurate for helping us see ourselves. I commented that I had recently seen some old pictures of myself that showed me as very slender, but I recalled that my self image at the time was still that of the fat boy growing up on the block. That false image still had power over my actual visual sense to provide me with misleading information.
We talked about how difficult it was to embrace the sexuality that was not favored by our society. We were all supposed to fit in and be like everyone else. It was only when I got much older that I understood just how unique many people were in their sexuality. Normal was a false vision of the past. Patrick confirmed that he was still struggling with the acceptance of his gay life. I clarified for him that acceptance was one step along the path to embracing and then cherishing all that was a part of one’s self, especially sexuality. I didn’t know if those concepts fell on fertile soil, but at least he heard them expressed and might think about them again later.
When Patrick rose up into a sitting position, I placed one hand flat on his back and the other flat on his chest. I resonated Reiki energy between my hands to fill his torso with the healing electrons that might help him with the task he had received. He exhaled deeply and I knew that it was time to release him from my ministrations. He smiled and looked directly at me as he made a verbal expression of gratitude.
I relaxed in a chair while I observed him return to his clothed state. Being naked made most of us more vulnerable, but he had eagerly removed his clothing, suggesting that he was comfortable with his body image. His discomfort was in his sexuality. Changing that might require adding some years to his age. He might not have been any lighter in his spirit when he departed since I had taken some things away, but replaced them with new tasks. I hoped that I had been able to help him along his path.